Friday, November 10, 2017

The Saturday before Mike died he was here
At the house 
He stayed all day cutting wood 
He was texting me 
About my boobs of course
He wanted a pic
I sent him a pic of Willie 
One of our dogs 
He said, "I was expecting  ( . )( . )"
I said, "I know" 
And after Teless left 
He stayed visiting for an hour 
He looked at my recent paintings 
It was good 
Great actually 
We planned for him to move in April to the house 
He told Sandra how he would make her Queen of witch hollow 
His obsession with this woman 
It had gotten insane and she broke him 
Financially 
Emotionally 
I ruined his 40th birthday 
I was sick of driving his fucked up ass around 
I was sick of catering to his selfish addictions 
He reminded me that week before
I said it was one night 
One night 
Mike did whatever he wanted 
I parented 
It came to a point in which 
I pushed the fuck it button 
I went on adventures
Fell in love with poems and words 
Flirted madly 
And once 
Once 
I slept with a guy 
I knew immediately it was wrong 
I would have taken it to my grave 
Once
but when Mike decided to walk out this door 
I jammed it in his snout 
That pig is gonna squeal 
I fucked someone else and fuck you
His 49th birthday was a mess 
He was jilted after 5 years of waiting 
And the sloth cries 
And the bitch burns